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Post by Astarte on Mar 21, 2010 0:13:30 GMT -5
Anmedlath was furious, and...terrified. In a way that he had never been before. His clutch his rider his mate his Weyr, everything in danger and Anmedlath unable to decide what to do, and it was all terrible, and J'no was not helping him. He was there, of course, but the man's own cold fury was so distracting that Anmedlath had stopped looking to him for guidance, and the dragon, ever a tool of his master's whim, was suddenly without anything at all. Lost and angry and angry and angry, when the terrible pain, words, everything slammed into his head, he shrieked and dove at the source, pain filling his being and projecting back into J'no. The man had not been prepared for what happened next, and a high, clear scream ripped from his throat at the pain his dragon sent shooting into him. He did not let go of C'ber, but he did stagger for a moment, until he realized what was happening. And then his mind was clear, and his grip on Anmedlath's was enough to be overpowering. He pulled the dragon out of his dive, avoiding what would have been a terrible crash, and shoved Anmedlath back into the air. ALOFT, YOU IDIOT, ALOFT! he screamed mentally, and then rounded on the prone figure of Angelischiel. "You," he said, and his voice was trembling with rage. "You are an idiot. Get off my Sands. Go feed your dragonet, do whatever you sharding well like, but get off my Sands. You are going to kill us," he snarled. "Get off my Sands and perhaps I won't stake you out for Thread!" It clearly took every ounce of his control to keep from trembling the way his voice did, but the tip of the knife he still held wavered slightly, making tiny circles in the air. "O'sa, speak to me," he said, not looking away from Angel but concerned for the elder blackrider. * * * * * That moment of terror and pain and panic and cold sent Kishel reeling, and Reyenth momentarily slumped, but his rider recovered more quickly, shrieking something that sounded like a battle-cry and pushing Reyenth forward with her mind. Dive, NOW!And Reyenth, obedient Reyenth, dropped from his perch on the wall, swooping and barely missing the attack by the black dragon. Get altitude and then to Fort! Kishel said, glancing over her shoulder at Taikoth. It should not have come to this, dragon against dragon. It was the fault of the horrible mutant colours, and that terrible child that Valoryn had tried so hard to protect (although now Kishel wondered if Valoryn had rather been trying to protect the Weyr from the horrible girl), and the entirety of Skysong. It was the fault of that disgusting man and the deformed purple creature they called a Queen. It is smaller and faster than me, Reyenth said doubtfully, looking at Taikoth and hissing a challenge. Kishel regretted her decision not to allow the Blue to eat firestone, and spurred him onwards. Reyenth was larger. He could fend her off. I am larger and I am more of a target; I cannot do this! He screamed, pumping his wings furiously to gain altitude but never losing his focus on the black threat. They needed to between but for some reason the coordinates kept slipping from Kishel's mind. Was it panic? Had whatever that girl did broken her concentration entirely? "Shards and fardles," she whispered, and clung to Reyenth's neck. "Turn and dive," she murmured. "Hit her while you have altitude and she doesn't." But Kishelmine..." Do you want to live?" * * * * * Toska was moving off the Sands. She was determined not to look back, not to give Cavith a reason to be more frightened and broken than she was. But all her determination accounted for nothing when some sort of tidal wave overtook the young dragon's mind. TOSKAMINE!The dragon's shriek of terror, combined with the cries of the blue flitt on her shoulder, made Toska stagger, and she fell to her knees and then slowly backwards, still holding the dragonet. Whatever had just happened, it was terrifying, and she wanted to make it stop, to protect the fragile Iridescent in her arms. She stood up and turned back, looking to what had happened, but the carnage she saw made her retch, and she turned again, moving off the Sands as quickly as possible. There would be food for Cavith, and food for Fiki. They would be fine, they would be fine, they would be fine. They would be fine.
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Post by wylvaren on Mar 21, 2010 1:25:16 GMT -5
Wy'ren and Silver Jyanrith R'let, with jade Imp, and Blue Ionth Candidate Anka Everything happened so fast. First the Hatching was going just fine, then when all seemed well, with the first of the damaged eggs hatching healthy, then when Wy'ren and Jyanrith were watching the skies, a man slipped out onto the sands with a hammer. He attacked one of the eggs before anyone could stop them, the sound of the egg shell cracking caused Jyanrith to jerk his head around and bugle in mortal terror and pain at the sight. He dies! [/color] Jyanrith bugled, Wy'ren already on his neck and leapt, head first, off the ledge. He would have looked like a long silver comet, dropping toward the Hatching Grounds, but before he hit the ground, Zarinth ordered the human be left alive. Pull up, Jyanrith, Wy'ren ordered, his dragon pulling back instinctively, though the Silver's mind was only on the death of the man who dare hurt eggs. R'let was horrified as he and Ionth watched a man slip out onto the Sands and attack an egg. Yet, it was the sound of the newly hatched Blue that screamed in pain at his broken leg that got Ionth to move. R'letMine!!! We must help![/color] the Blue bugled within R'let's mind, causing R'let to wince. A Blue hatchling with a broken leg. A Green that went between before it even had a chance to find it's Rider. And a Brown that didn't even have a chance to take its first breath. The images that flashed through Anka's head infuriated her, though for a moment, she was rooted to the ground. She finally moved when she was showered with egg goo and pieces of shells from the newly hatched Black dragonets, neither of which moved toward her. With one forward step, she found herself flying backwards, having been shoved by one of the Black dragonets. Her body seemed to fly, though she felt more like she was falling; and it didn't stop until she collided with someone else and they both went tumbling to the hot sands in a twist of limbs. Instead of having Jyanrith land on the Hatching Sands and putting another dragon in harms way, Wy'ren had the Silver land long enough from him to dismount and then return to a ledge. Of course, Jyanrith refused, but saw the error in his way quickly and retreated to a low ledge, anger-filled swirling orbs watching the human that had smashed the eggs every move. When he heard his name being called, Wy'ren moved toward O'sa, taking over where she was lacking in strength. He placed a heavy hand on the Fort Rider's shoulder, visibly shuttering at J'no's orders but said nothing. He would wait for his orders, but keep the Fort Rider from going anywhere. Within a matter of moments, another attack started, this one seemingly toward O'sa and her Black Taikoth. Jyanrith! The Blue! Wy'ren ordered, but found that his Silver was beaten to the sky by another Blue. He watched, as the newly transfered Blue Ionth blocked Blue Reyenth's path. You will pay for what has been done here today! Ionth bugled, front claws reaching out toward Reyenth's hide, while his wings pumped to keep himself and R'let aloft. It should have never come to dragon against dragon. This was the reason he and His had left Fort Weyr, to get away from the fighting, to have a chance at something new, but it seemed that no matter where they went, Valoryn wouldn't let the mutated color dragons live in peace.[/size][/blockquote]
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Post by Kyla on Mar 21, 2010 8:08:19 GMT -5
Asmyra nodded in acknowledgement to J’no. She understood the desire to make the Rider suffer. How she wanted to make the Fort Rider who had come here and killed Zarinth’s children right in front of her own eyes. There had been so much death and chaos today, but as she saw everything escalate the Weyrwoman knew that justice had to be now if they wanted to stop the chaos. For a brief moment her eyes flickered to the eggs of that still had to hatch. No more dragonets needed to die tonight. “Do what you have too.” Now was time for the Weyr to stand united against the Fort.
She was grateful to see Wy’ren when he arrived, and nodded to him signaling that was going along with J’no’s orders to have the Blue killed. The Weyrwoman wasn’t happy about it, but when she saw the devastation and remembered the awful keening sound Zarinth had made it fueled her anger. Never again did she want to see the Hatching Grounds in such chaos nor did she want to hear her dragon cry out in anguish for the loss of the dragonets. Zarinth hissed violently at the Blue and took to the air, pumping her massive wings. Asmyra had been holding her back, now that she no longer was the Queen would see her vengeance.
The Weyrwoman was even more shocked when the Blue Weyrharper suddenly made it known that she was a Fort supporter. So had this been the traitor they were looking for? Asmyra only had a brief moment to consider the possibility when the pain that was being broadcasted to all the dragons overwhelmed her as her own. She heard Zarinth bellow and for a moment the Weyrwoman doubled over like she was going to pass out or become ill. Summoning all the mental strength she had she tried to block the pain out, protect her and Zarinth, keeping her and the Queen focused on the situation.
She wasn’t entirely shocked when one of the refugees from Fort Weyr had joined into the chaos, but was clearly on their side. Anmedlath, the man’s Blue.[/color] She told the Crimson, seeing that Taikoth and Ionth were after Reyenth. Zarinth was furious, anger and pain both driving her now. The Amethyst Queen hovered in the air waiting for her command from Asmyra. “O’sa, J’no, Wy’ren, if you all are ok let justice be done.” The Weyrwoman was concerned for them after the pain the Weyrling had opened up into their dragon’s minds and thus their own minds. Right now she needed all three of them. They had been there with her since the beginning and right now they were the three people she trusted the most.
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Post by Ayla on Mar 21, 2010 14:19:37 GMT -5
C'ber was fighting the restraints. They had the nerve to touch, to attempt to stop him?! C'ber could hardly believe it. He knew that the riders of Skysong wouldn't like this, but in all honesty, he expected someone to see the good in his actions. After all, Pern was perfectly fine before all these abominations showed up, and it would be perfectly fine once they were gone. No need to continue the line.
But, as soon as the Weyrleader called for the death of Higanth, C'ber was on his knees with his hands behind his back. He couldn't lose Higanth. The leaders - if they could be called that - wouldn't kill anyone. Wasn't that what Innaria had said? Something about not being murderers. C'ber was close to sobbing now. If submission was what it took to keep Higanth alive for a little bit longer, that was what he would do. The Weyrwoman, from his perspective, seemed to be opposed to killing his blue, which gave C'ber hope for the few moments it lasted.
The pain the new weyrling had unleashed over the Weyr caused C'ber to fall again, this time on his side, but make no motion to get up. Higanth, don't fight them, avoid them, don't get hurt, he told the blue, his thoughts incoherent. Mine... C'ber felt a new pain wash over him, once shared only between himself and Higanth. The pain of a life essentially ended. Higanth had given up. The blue hung in the air, flapping his wings lethargically and only enough to keep him aloft, waiting for the pain of talons. He had known going after the eggs was a bad idea, he had told C'ber this, and yet the man had done it anyways.
"Don't kill him, I'll tell you anything you want, I'll do anything, just don't kill him," C'ber rasped, his voice wavering on the edge of hysterical sobbing. His mind was too frayed to give Higanth coordinates to between somewhere, anywhere, and even in his state, C'ber knew that death would only come quicker if he sent the blue into the void without a map to get out.
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Keia could barely believe the change in the course of the Hatching. A sign of good luck to begin with, a silver first out of its egg, and barely ten minutes in, a crazed man attacking the eggs. The simple miracle of the one girl, a refugee from Fort, pulling the green back from between would be something to celebrate under different circumstances. Keia was still rooted to her position, watching the carnage from her place on the Sands, still unable to take part.
She wasn't sure she wanted to.
How many eggs were there left to hatch? Keia didn't bother to count. Her dreams of this going well had been broken the moment the Fort Weyrwoman stepped on the Sands with the hammer. What was left was torn up, burnt, and thrown into a pit of wild whers when that horrible, disgusting man made his attack. How could this happen?
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Post by Amejisuto on Mar 21, 2010 15:30:36 GMT -5
The Harper girl screamed in anguish her throat aching as she glared at the man that was their leader. "You kill his dragon, and you are no better then Fort. Skysong won't be the place of refuge that people think it is. It'll just be a new face, to a new monster. " She snarled as the pain pounded through her. She could feel it, the giving up of the blue. "You kill that dragon, and you will lose many over it. I swear... " She snarled softly. It was obvious by her tone that no one would be killed, but they would definitely lose people that were beholden to them.
Angel stood, her black at her side. "I will feed my dragon, but you are not a man I will ever show any respect for. You are just as bad as the Fort Riders that attacked us when we sought freedom. You have that man begging for the life of his dragon, and you will still kill him. Yes he killed hatchlings, but you shouldn't give a death for a death. That is not the way that I have seen in Skysong, Skysong is a place of perseverance in the face of adversity." She stated. Her black seemed to be doing alright with keeping herself in control, but how long would hat last.
It was at this time that the crimson wandering the sands stumbled past the girl, his eyes whirling with anguish as he looked for his bonded. A snarl left the girls lips as she threw out her hands around her at the eggs hatching. "This is the legacy you give your dragons children, one of blood and agony!" She exclaimed. Oh yes she was a Harper indeed, and she just wanted to keep the peace. "If you must punish him, SHUN him, make him an outcast. But by all that is good and just, if you kill his dragon - you will make an enemy for life." She stated to the man.
If he didn't listen to a Harper, hopefully her words would move his Weyrmate. If not, then there was no true safe place for anyone. With that she glared hard at him. "These are not YOUR sands, you are a male, your dragon is male. These are the sands of the Queen. " She spat out as she turned and stalked away, Kitath following rather quietly beside her.
With that the Crimson went straight for one of the boys one that some knew rather well. S'laire! Your Wrath is hungry, feed me, or I shall slaughter you all! Oh yes, the events had effected the crimson. This was the legacy they would create, one of blood and agony. If this was the legacy, then there were many that wouldn't hold for it. Sinclaire, congratulations on your Crimson.
Angel left the sands, her back straight and her head high. She headed to where the other riders had taken their dragons to feed. When she got there with Kitath, she collapsed to her knees and began sobbing. She fed her dragon, but she continued to sob, her whole form wracking with the aches. You'll feel it - won't you? Is there no other place we can go.
"No Kitath, what I once thought was a shining light of hope, is a new place of agony." The black weyrling whispered.
Mine, can you do something for Higanth and his?
Angel sighed as she looked at Kitath. "I'm sorry I can't..." She whispered as she whimpered faintly. Keep him company, if he betweens, cause you take his pain? It'll hurt you and me... but he did what he felt was right... the black said. Her riders control seemed to be keeping her from exploding, like she wanted to. It was delicious food she was getting, but she keened for her bondeds pain.
Higanth, my name is Angelischiel, I want to keep you company. I'm the girl that was calling for them to not end your life.[/b] She said to the blue as she reached out with her mind. I won't let you go in pain or alone... will you let me help you?[/b] the Weyrling whispered as she held open her mind. She didn't want the Rider to get too much of a backlash, she had too much compassion for the world.
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Post by spaceman on Mar 21, 2010 16:59:59 GMT -5
A'zha was torn. There didn't seem to be any sign of dragonhealers in the area... His instincts said moving the dragonet with the broken wing was a bad idea, but it was more dangerous to leave her on the chaotic sands. There were dragons dogfighting in the skies, panicked dragonets rampaging around -- the big Crimson could easily come mauling at any moment, and A'zha was not aware that he had already Impressed to S'laire -- plus, the boy was not entirely convinced that Fort's attack was over.
Besides, she needed to be fed, and soon. The new Silverrider could feel his own Lamenth's hunger beginning to press more and more insistently on his mind.
"Do you think you can pick her up?" A'zha asked Maria. "Carefully, I mean -- she doesn't look too big. And Lamenth and I will come with you." That way, if anything came at them, the Silver and his rider could intercept... or try to, anyway.
Hurry, A'zha-mine!
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O'sa drew a deep breath, one hand pressed flat, palm-down to the sands to steady herself. Then in one motion she stood, ignoring the insistent pain for the moment. She was... disoriented, swaying slightly, but on her feet.
"Here," she replied to the Weyrleader's urgent request, voice trembling slightly but otherwise monotone-flat. "I'm all right." At least, she would be, as long as no one else got it into their heads to interfere with her connection with her dragon.
If that self-righteous little witch of a Candidate ever -- ever -- had the gall to try to mindspeak Taikoth again... O'sa would kill Angel herself.
She acknowledged the command with an incline of her head, but left Anmedlath to take Higanth. C'ber's blue seemed to have given up anyway, no doubt easy prey for a Crimson... and besides, at this point, O'sa was not sure that she was capable of turning Taikoth's focus again. Her mental stamina and Taikoth's physical stamina were both running low... The black could only pull off so many acrobatic stunts, lunges, and dives, and O'sa felt her own shoulders and chest ache in sympathy with Taikoth's protesting wing muscles.
When Reyenth turned and Ionth suddenly intercepted, Taikoth simply did not have the time to turn aside. She narrowly missed Ionth, but practically plowed into Reyenth, hissing her dismay and slashing blindly. Her wings beat madly to disentangle her from the melee and keep from fouling with either of the blues.
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Post by Rin on Mar 21, 2010 17:24:20 GMT -5
Maria nodded to A’zha and carefully stood up where she was kneeling near Asmith’s broken wing. ”I’m going to life you up try not to move.” She told the little Black trying to hide how nervous she was. Maria knew even the slightest wrong move while carrying the young dragon might do further damage. We will go eat and take care of this?[/color] Asmith asked, referring to her damaged wing. The young woman nodded, hoping that they could find a healer. Carefully she put one arm under the Black and wrapped the other one around her and lifted her. “Lets go find some help and food for our dragons.” She told A’zha as she looked around trying to decide the best way out without getting caught up in this mess.
**** Jillian was still standing among the other candidates off to one side, having decided that it was better not to get caught up in this mess. So it had finally come to dragon on dragon? She wasn’t surprised. The girl had always known that sooner or later Fort or Skysong would loose patience with one another. Her spirits lifted when she saw the Citrine egg hatch. Would this be her dragon? Jillian didn’t feel any disappoint meant when the Citrine chose another girl. There was still two more Queens.
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Post by Astarte on Mar 21, 2010 18:55:17 GMT -5
Toska didn't look at the other girl when she came over, though she did glance up briefly when Angel started sobbing. Her expression remained impassive, and she returned her attention to Cavith, feeding morsel after morsel into the hatchling to keep her compliant and distracted. Cavith was eating all right, but...not as well as Toska thought a healthy dragonet should. And the weariness was still there, weighing her down. Toska didn't like the feeling, but even as the young dragon energized herself more, enough to attempt clambering into her rider's lap and knocking her over in the process, she leaned heavily against Toska's chest. Why is that girl being noisy? she asked, and Toska shook her head and fed another scrap of meat to the little dragon before tossing another sliver to Fiki, who was watching the meat with eager, greedy eyes. He was not pleased with this new thing that Toska had acquired, but he would not drive it away yet. He was still curious to see if it was useful, or if it existed solely to be noisy and distract his girl. Eventually, Toska teased him down from her shoulder and set him on Cavith's head, where both firelizard and dragon stood very still and stared at each other. * * * * * There was no way to pull Reyenth out of the dive he had begun when Ionth got in the way, and instead of getting his talons beneath himself, he simply plowed headlong into the blue, almost immediately fouling his neck with Ionth's and shrieking in confusion and pain and fear. He wasn't sure what to do, and while Kishel's immediate reaction was to have him between, that would be too dangerous. She couldn't do anything but beg Reyenth to, Pull away, pull away, pull away!But Reyenth was beyond coherence now. Primal rage had taken its place, and he was all teeth and claws, beating his wings furiously at Ionth and shrieking a challenge at both dragon and rider. If he were to die, he would die having fought to save Kishel, and that was all that mattered. But then something happened that he had not expected. The impact of Taikoth on the pair of blues knocked Reyenth free, and he dodged back, flipping over and allowing himself to drop, upside-down, away from the other two. Kishel herself panicked, choking on a scream, but then Reyenth righted himself and sped away with a horrified shriek. To Fort? he asked Kishel, panic whirling white in his eyes, and Kishel took a deep breath, picturing the place in her mind. To Fort.And they winked between.Only to reappear dragonlengths above the mess. Kishel had let the coordinates slip, and Reyenth screamed fury and confusion and took off into the sky. They needed to escape!* * * * * Hilliel had been frozen, unable to move as he watched the events unfold. First there was the man with the hammer, and then....everything had exploded. It was like the sands had caught fire, or like a tornado had hit. Blood and ichor and terror. And Hilliel, emotional, oversensitive Hilliel, had been captivated, horrified, unable to move. It was like he had fainted, except that things came in snapshots. For a long while, he had been standing, but then something had happened, and he had been knocked back, and then he had fallen to his knees...and now he didn't even know anymore. But suddenly things were starting to come into focus. Bits and pieces of Hilliel returned to him, and like a man who had been drowning, he broke the surface back into reality. Time started to move again, and Hilliel screamed. He wasn't hurt, mercifully, but he was frightened, palms and legs skinned and burned with the heat of the Hatching Sands, hair that had been back in a tail somehow loose and falling around him, sticking to a sweaty face and making it almost impossible to see. He struggled to his feet, panting, and pulled his hair out of his eyes. He caught sight of a murderous Crimson, but then the dragon seemed to have found His, and Hilliel glanced up, searching the Stands for his aunts. Neither of the women was there anymore, and Hilliel could only imagine that they had gone to help those who were injured. As for himself? He needed to do something, and soon. He didn't look up, though the sounds of the dogfight above carried to him, but he moved toward the front of the group, glancing around and wavering. He wanted to do something, but what was there for him to do? This was all such a mess! * * * * * J'no didn't acknowledge the comments from Angel. The idiot girl could say what she liked, but he wasn't going to listen to the remarks of someone who knew nothing of politics. It was all well and good, prancing about listening in on every dragon's conversation, but a gold hadn't chosen her, and J'no wouldn't be surprised if that was because she was an ignorant and unstable creature. Though he did briefly laugh at the phrase 'enemy for life.' Oh, he was terrified. It wasn't as if he was going to spare the traitor, either. With the blood of hatchlings and eggs on this man's hands, J'no doubted that the rest of Skysong would be quite so adamantly against him as the stupid girl seemed to think. He let go of C'ber when the man started pleading, gazing at him with an expression that switched rapidly from vague amusement to intense disgust. Begging wasn't going to change his mind, but J'no already knew what he was going to do with the man. He wouldn't be spared. That would be weak and stupid, and C'ber would simply flee to Fort and the cycle would repeat. But for now, he shook his head and grabbed C'ber by the shoulder, hauling him up. "To your feet, traitor," he snapped. "And we will go this way. Perhaps," and his expression had not changed, though his tone was strangely delicate for a moment, "perhaps if you do exactly what we ask, he will not die immediately. Perhaps we will let you die first." He curled a lip but sent a mental command to Anmedlath. The traitor's Blue. Take him out of here. Ground him in the bowl."Tell your dragon to fly over the Weyrbowl. If you try anything funny, Anmedlath will pick him out of the sky and rip his head off. My dragon isn't any more pleased at this mess you've caused than I am, traitor, and he does anything I say." In the skies above, Anmedlath rumbled assent.
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Post by Faerie Fyre on Mar 21, 2010 19:40:56 GMT -5
"This is not good, not not not good," the girl maybe known as Phaela whispered to herself. She was a late-comer to the Sands - not because she hadn't heard the dragons humming to welcome the hatchlings, but because she knew she would encounter fewer people if she came late. She would hear fewer screams, feel fewer blows, and endure fewer horrified looks if she came late.
As a candidate, she had been forced to shed her protective clothing in favor of the thin, revealing candidate robe. Her magenta skin turned the white cloth pink, and the sleeveless state of the robe revealed the horrid bumps that coated her skin, showing the world her shame. At least there was no Tradition that stated what a candidate may or may not wear on their head, so she was able to continue wearing the faded brown headcloth that hid her wild white hair from view. With the rest of the skin exposed, it was useless to cover up her face, but she wore the wooden eye coverings with the slit over each eye to protect her mostly-pupil eye from the harsh glare of Skysong's sun.
A tear trickled down Phaela's cheek as she watched the drama unfold. A Fort rider had come to kill dragonlings, kill those whose lives had been changed by the Green Star and its insidious Acid. Intellectually, the chances of the angry rider taking revenge on a monstrous candidate were slim, as he seemed to be targeting the eggs. However, intellect had nothing to do with why Phaela was shivering.
It was fear.
Why would it not surprise anyone to discover that Sinclare was late to the Hatching Grounds because he had been in a fight? Though his walk was as steady as ever, the hot-headed pyrokinetic candidate sported a beautiful shiner in his left eye, and a cut over his left bicep. His fingers still trailed a thin stream of wispy fire, though he was not consciously calling upon his flames.
The Sands were in an uproar when Sinclare entered. A Fort rider had been caught, dragons were fighting in the sky, and one girl wearing Harper colors looked to be attempting diplomacy with the leaders. Everywhere he looked, chaos.
Then he noticed specifically the nearly-black crimson currently on a rampage. His hands curled into fists as he watched the violent male tear the Sands apart, looking for his lifemate. He wanted to scream to his rider to stop hiding, and make his dragon behave.
S'lare! Your Wrath is hungry, feed me, or I shall slaughter you all!
He had Impressed! His elation lasted only the briefest of split seconds before he took control.
"CALM DOWN!" he bellowed at his irritable crimson, using both the newly forged mental connection and his own considerable lungs. The theory behind the bond of crimsons and their riders is that the rider was stronger mentally than the dragon.
S'lare, for that was how he would now be styled, glared past the rainbows in his dragon's eyes to see the bloodied agony behind the crimson's anger.
"Wrath, killing won't solve your belly problems. Come with me."
One of the candidate lessons had been where to take the dragon after Impression, because a newly hatched dragon was always starving. S'lare led his mentally altered dragon to the place where food had already been prepared this once, silently promising that if Wrath had been traumatized - and trauma manifests itself in many ways - Fort would have hell to pay. A dragon who doesn't need firestone to flame coupled with a man who plays with fire when he gets bored has the potential to be a potent mixture.
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Post by wylvaren on Mar 21, 2010 22:53:19 GMT -5
Wy'ren and Silver Jyanrith R'let, with jade Imp, and Blue Ionth Candidate Anka The mental blow from the Black dragonet knocked Anka back, but only her body. Her spirit made her get up, pushed her on to Stand before the remaining eggs in hope of helping any that were left to hatch. She didn't think that she would be able to stand to hear another dragon scream in pain or terror, or watch another dragonet go between while Theirs possibly still Stood on the Sands. Yet, from where she stood on the Sands, she was able to watch the events unfold above her head. She watched as the Rider, who smashed and killed several of the eggs, beg for his dragon's life, while his dragon hung in the air, seemingly a shell of his former self due to his Rider's capture.
Above the Sands, Ionth tried to duck as Reyenth plowed into him, but he let out a bugle of pain as the other Blue hit him chest-to-chest, but was lucky to feel no claws. In a blur of Black on Blue, Ionth found himself in the skies with Black Taikoth, while Blue Reyenth was no where to be found. Reyenth has gone between, he stated, though it wasn't hard to guess. Are you alright, Black Taikoth? the Blue crooned to the Black, his gaze sweeping over her to make she was faring ok. He found no visible marks, though she seemed shaken, but that could have been from the fact that eggs had been hurt with so many around them.
When Asmyra stated that if they were ok with what was to happen, that justice could be served, Wy'ren pulled Jyanrith back from attacking the Blue that hung defenseless in mid-air. Look at him, Jy. He wants to die. He feels regret for what he has done . . . Even as His doesn't, he tried to get his Silver to see, though it seemed impossible. His Silver was out for blood almost as bad as Anmedlath. However, at the last moment, before he allowed Jyanrith to do as he wished, J'no changed his mind and demanded the Bluerider get to his feet.
Wy'ren stood over the Bluerider, reaching down and placing his hands under the man's tied arms, giving him the chance to put pressure against him and get himself into a standing position. Above him, he could feel Jyanrith taking to the skies and hovering with Anmedlath, though slightly above the Crimson and the offending Rider's Blue. He nodded, more to himself than to his Silver, at his Silver's actions; allowing Anmedlath first blood if it came to that and he would only make sure the Blue didn't escape from the Weyr. From the skies, Wy'ren could hear Jyanrith's hiss as there were movement.
After Ionth had taken to the sky, R'let had moved down to the hot Sands, wanting to be of some help, but found he was more in the way than helpful. Thus he stood a bit near the wall, waiting for someone to need a hand and he would be useful. He caught sight of Anka, but didn't move toward her, as it was her chance to Stand and he didn't want to interfer. As he looked back to the sky, he leaned heavily on the wall, one hand held to his chest. Ionth! he sent out, finding his dragon conversing with the only adult Black, but unsure why his chest was on fire. I am alright . . . Just took a slight hit when Reyenth rushed me to get to Taikoth, [/color] the Blue informed His, circling around the Hatching Grounds, eying Higanth warily, while keeping a safe distance away from the Crimson and Silver that also watched the other Blue.[/size][/blockquote]
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Post by spaceman on Mar 21, 2010 23:46:40 GMT -5
Taikoth hastily disentangled herself, shaking her head slightly to clear it from the shock of impacting Reyenth. I'm fine, Ionth[/color], she managed. Shards, she'd lost the Harper's blue! He'd gone between, doubtless back to Fort like the cowardly traitor he was...
There were a few times when O'sa's mutation came in handy. While it was not nearly as flashy or impressive as illusion, or pyrokinesis, or any of those... When she needed it, O'sa found, she really needed it.
Looking up, she saw the faint silhouette of blue against blue sky, and realized that Reyenth had gone between to several dragonlengths away... But not quite far enough to escape. She pinpointed the location on her mental 'map' of the weyr and immediately sent the image of the flying blue to Taikoth, along with the coordinates. Taikoth set off in pursuit, flickering between and reappearing behind Reyenth. As soon as she reappeared, the black dragon attempted something that she was only just beginning to master... Rather than a telekinetic push, a telekinetic pull, trying to slow the blue down or bring him closer to her.
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A'zha whistled, and a little pale blue firelizard popped into being next to him. "Spitfire, keep an eye out for us?" The blue flit chirped a reply, then orbited the two new weyrlings and their dragons, little wings practically a blur of speed.
"Come on," he called to Maria. "This way, before anything else happens!" She seemed to have a good hold on her dragon, who wasn't struggling or panicking, so that was a good sign. He'd been worried that the black dragonet wouldn't calm down, but Impression seemed to have done wonders.
Carefully, he picked his way across the grounds to where the other new weyrlings were gathered. Lamenth crooned in delight and immediately went for the best, juiciest-looking meat he could spot. Here -- here, this one is best! A'zha, you are so slow!
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Post by Ayla on Mar 22, 2010 9:25:21 GMT -5
C'ber wasn't about to interrupt the Harper girl. If anyone could save Higanth, it would be someone loyal to Skysong. Sure, she had Impressed a mutation, but even a blackrider might be helpful at some point in time. Even if the Weyrleader got mad at her - which he appeared to be doing now - he would still have a chance at the girl's words being taken into account. C'ber tried to pull himself together and impart upon Higanth the new shreds of hope, but the blue wasn't having it. Larger dragons wanted to kill him, and that was universally bad.
Higanth nearly fell out of the sky when a mindvoice that most definitely was not C'ber invaded him. Higanth, my name is Angelischiel, I want to keep you company. I'm the girl that was calling for them to not end your life. I won't let you go in pain or alone... will you let me help you?[/i] He relayed the words to C'ber with a tone of wonder. It will only hurt her, he added. C'ber's eyes widened a bit, but he was unwilling to show this new development to the Weyrleader. Tell her to do only what won't hurt her or her... dragonet, he responded. Calling the black a dragonet caused a small wince to cross his face; previously, he had refused to acknowledge the mutants' relation to his own Higanth. The blue relayed this message to the girl: Mine says to do only what won't hurt you or Yours, no more. Our fate is inevitable.
Despite Higanth's prediction, C'ber was pulled to his feet by the Weyrleader and told to ground Higanth in the Bowl. Perhaps her help won't be needed. Land in the Bowl, he said, his mental tone conveying the immense relief he felt. The threat of future death meant nothing; he still had Higanth, and someone from Fort would rescue him if he could just survive a few days.
At least, he hoped.
((OOC: Keia has been left out because all she's doing is being sad. Pretty boring, amirite?))
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Post by Darwin on Mar 22, 2010 15:48:43 GMT -5
For a split second, Rillis was shocked into silence and incredulity. And then she went into action. She was by Asmyra's side in an instant, her eyes glittering with supressed anger and hate. Hate of how stupid Fort had become, attacking helpless babies.
Tillenth had been faster than her rider, landed beside Zarinth. She flared her wings, sitting behind her Queen. She wanted to rip and rend the fool for harming her Queen's children, but her rider kept a firm hold on her.
The fool will get his punishment, but not from us, love. Rillis soothed the Citrine dragoness.
The males get to have all the fun! Tillenth pouted. Fort had better not try this with my clutch!
I will not let them, love, and neither with Asmyra, or the rest of the Weyr.
Tillenth growled and snarled at the traitor.
Rillis mimiced her dragon's growl and snarl. It knotted her stomach to think of the baby dragons that had been killed, and the newly hatched citrine that had to stutter because of Fort's stupidity! It made her blood boil with anger and rage. But sometimes, there was no way to punish or to help people understand the mutations.
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Post by Kyla on Mar 23, 2010 1:05:13 GMT -5
In the midst of all the chaos the hatching continued on with a Bronze hatching next, and made a beeline straight for his and the Impression was made quickly and cleanly. Like the beginning of the hatching there no one was hurt and a young man became very happy. As the pair began to retreat across the grounds under the watchful eyes of Zarinth who had taken to ensuring that everyone got off the sands safely instead of joining in the carnage, there was a sudden disturbance on the large mound of sand that the Amethyst Queen had built for her Queen eggs to sit on.
Just moments between the two, the Gold and Amethyst egg burst open, revealing the two female dragonets. The Amethyst ignoring the Gold, marched down the mound with her head held high until the chaos above startled them. For a moment it felt like those who were still watching the eggs held their breaths as they waited for either one of or both the young Queens to scare between. Suddenly Zarinth snaked her head out and unfurled one of her wings, sheltering the young Queens. Do not let harm come to the rest of the clutch.[/color] While the larger Amethyst was trying to protect her eggs and dragonets, it seemed the young Amethyst had spotted hers across the Sands.
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Post by wylvaren on Mar 23, 2010 9:23:40 GMT -5
Wy'ren and Silver Jyanrith R'let, with jade Imp, and Blue Ionth Candidate Anka With two words from her, Ionth dipped his head to the Black dragon and slowly returned to the ledge that he had been on before everything had started. He noticed R'let huffing up the stairs to him and crooned as His neared. Why are you out of breath, R'letMine? [/color] the Blue rumbled, worry swirling through his eyes. Are you alright?[/color] I'm fine, Ionth, R'let hastily sent his Blue, not wanting to worry the brute. When you got hit it worried me, then running across the Sands and back up those sharding steps to get to you took a bit out of me. Ionth rumbled with laughter, his laughter quieting as three eggs hatched; one Bronze, who quickly Impressed, and a Gold and Amethyst. He let out a soft hum, welcoming the two Queens, approving as the Amethyst marched toward the female candidates. She's a strong one,[/color] Ionth crooned, while R'let nodded. Three eggs hatched, catching Anka's attention. It was easy to see that the first one would not go to the females, as it was a Bronze and very set in it's choice among the male candidates. Yet, as the Bronze and His walked off the Sands, the other two eggs made their appearance, showing themselves to be an Amethyst and a Gold. So there is was. An Amethyst, a Gold, and a Citrine. All three of the highest ranking females, and all in the same clutch. Anka clapped her hands together and bowed to Zarinth in congratulations to her three daughters. Wither she Impressed one or not, she was proud to Stand at the Amethyst's first clutch and have the chance. Find your lifemates, little ones! Anka encouraged, smiling as tears rolled down her cheeks at the beauty of life. As he walked with J'no, going with his Weyrleader, and Wingleader, with the Fort Weyr traitor, Jyanrith let out a rumbling hum above him, causing him to turn his head to see what was happening with the clutch. "In spite of all you have done, both the mutated and non-mutated colors will grow within Skysong Weyr," he whispered to the old Bluerider. "Could you not see that no matter the color, our dragons are like yours? We just wanted our chance to fly in the skies with our lifemates," he stated as the young Bronze hatchling foudn his lifemate and exited the sands. Of course, Wy'ren's eyes got bigger when the next two eggs hatched and Jyanrith's hum got louder. A Gold had hatched, followed very closely by an Amethyst. "J'no!" Wy'ren called out to the Weyrleader in pride at the sight. His excitement bubbled, making him want to shout with happiness and dance all at the same time. Jyanrith let out a bugling welcome to the two Queens, adding in one for the Citrine that had hatched, but no one had noticed. All will be well, Mine,[/color] Jyanrith spoke, causing the Silverrider to glance up at his dragon. He saw the worry and the happiness that the dragon felt, swirling in his eyes. He feared that the Gold and Amethyst wouldn't Impress and they would lose the two Queens, while he feared that the Citrine wouldn't make it with her disfigurement. They are all strong, Wy'ren agreed, turning back to look at the hatching and nodding in approval. "How can this not be beautiful to you?" Wy'ren questioned C'ber.[/size][/blockquote]
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